Like Camille up there, I've been coughing for a month or more, but not as well dressed.
It's run the gamut from delicate Camille-like coughs, to hacking up chunks of lung.
I began today coughless, but by nightfall I was coughing up an invisible hairball. You never quite know what kind you'll get.
It all started sometime around Christmas, just in time to ruin my holiday. It's an annual occurrence, this, so I can't say I'm surprised. It usually comes at the same time. It's prompted by my allergies, and aggravated by the constant change of temperatures here, literally snowing one day, and needing the AC on a few days later. Each time the weather changes, my cough seems to return with a vengeance.
It has gotten better, but it just won't go away quite completely.
In the meantime, I've been taking everything I can think of, from Mucinex to Robitussin to bags of Ricola to Off-brand-i-tussin to Echinacea tea...to the precious gift of purloined Codeine (a gift from my father).
And it's helped, but not enough to be completely free of it...yet.
My mother, being the helpful loving
Reason one: years ago, when I first went to the doctor for this same annual ailment, he told me he couldn't do anything for me, but write a prescription for codeine (which didn't help much), two: it is getting better, albeit slowly. 3: I'm scared of doctors. They weigh you.
Since her efforts to get me to the doctor haven't succeeded, she did the next best thing. She asked one of the women at her beauty parlor.
Betty is a stick thin, leathery, slightly hunch-backed, spry 65 year old.
She has an flair for clothes a 40 year old truck stop hooker might wear, perfectly spiked blonde frosted hair and lungs that are just as perfectly spiked and frosted with nicotine, I'm sure.
Apparently, according to this sibyl of the smoker's cough, Delsym cough syrup (chased by a shot of gin and a cig, no doubt) will "cure you right up."
So that's what I'm on now.
I'm almost finished the bottle. Wish me luck.